Its timing was impeccable – Androcles was too surprised to decide whether to protect himself or grab his money, and ended up doing neither. He struck almost anything with all his might, but in an instant, he understood that it might take a chunk of his leg. He cleared the fog of surprise, grabbed a snow-white ear, twisted his left hand hard, and drew his sword with his right hand.

Its ears were softer than he had imagined, and when he twisted it again, it unexpectedly quickly loosened. It screamed and writhed, but he didn't let go. He grabbed its ears tighter and took its head off his lap. It was a big albino coyote or something, probably sick, because it had no hair on its legs, and it was just his luck; Is that a shirt? It wears a shirt.

He threw it away with surprise and delight. Then, when it tried to escape, he instinctively grabbed its tail, not knowing why he was doing it. It faintly tried to break free, but he was much stronger. He grabbed its shirt and held it up in front of him. For something of this size, it's surprisingly light, strangely shaped, and writhes...... Then it turned its head and looked him in the eye.

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Okles cursed. He almost fell again, but didn't. It was a bolt of equipment, an orc child. White hair, white cat ears, and a white tail, otherwise the same as a normal person; Human, more or less. "There are all the other damn gods," he added. At that moment, it lost all fighting spirit and began to cry softly, sounding like a human child. It went completely soft in his arms. It... No, he. The little boy's shirt wasn't long enough, and Andax could tell it was a boy.

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Okles roared. He didn't want to put down his toolbox, because he might run into the woods again. Or bite him. What does a Thunderbolt of gear do on a lonely road in the middle of the night in Maclen's rotten garden? Aside from mercenaries, shouldn't Skywalker hold on to his kingdom most of the time? Why does it attack armed travelers? The sword wasn't easy to miss—it swung freely from the sheath of his belt. Someone must have put the tools on it, and they need to be punished. Maybe A

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Okles will still end up beating people up badly. Start with this toolbox.

"Seriously, shut up. Shut up!" Anders frowned, and the boy who hadn't looked him in the first place was so frightened that he sobbed. He flattened the cat's ears and curled his tail around his feet like a punished dog. It's an impressively pitiful sight, Andrakles admits to himself.

"Oh, be quiet. You bite me, I should beat you, do as I say, maybe I won't. Shut up now. Be quiet. Calm down, here you go. Calm down. "The boy is trying to regain his composure, or at least the appearance of regaining his composure. A

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Okles waited with what he thought was admirable patience, and finally the kit went silent.

"Now. How old are you?" A

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Okles looked at the boy intently, and the boy only glanced at him briefly, clearly scared. He looked about the size of the inn's waiter, barely reaching Androl's chest.

"I'm nine. I...... Nine years old. ”

"Good. Now, where are your parents? Androx said.

Kitty just looked at him, trying not to let herself cry again. He held his breath and began to close his eyes tightly. A

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Okles sighed. The toolkit may be thought to be A

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Okles was going to cook him and eat something.

"I don't know!" The eaglet finally screamed, and then began to cry again.

"What does that mean?"

"They left me in ...... I can't find where they went! Kit said as he sobbed.

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Okles stared into his eyes, and the kit quickly fell silent. "I see. Then why are you biting me?"

"Please don't kill me, master!" The boy said almost breathlessly.

"Who told you to do that?" Are you trying to rob me?" A

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Okles insisted.

The boy wanted to answer, but he couldn't breathe and couldn't say a word. He was trembling to the point of collapse, probably due to the cold and fear. If A

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If Okles were still alive, his old mentor, Diokles, would now kick him in the ankle for interrogating a child.

A faint child's voice came from the shadows on the side of the road: "Please put him down, master." Please let him go. Androclus glared at the bushes that he couldn't see inside, and changed his mind about Patos, who was indeed a rotten bastard god. Look at his blessings, really!

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Okles looked carefully into the shadows, but couldn't see anything. He said to the white-haired kit he was holding, "If I put you down, you'd better stay put, understand?" I'm really going to be angry if you run away. Do you understand? You're standing there. The boy nodded, and Andracles told him to stand up.

"All right," said Androx, to the bushes, "you get out of there now, or I'll beat your friend to shreds." ”

"He's sick, master." The first said in a trembling voice. "He can't stand up anymore."

God. Arcos oathers, huntresses, witch cultivators, ghouls, and all the other evil, withered gods. It's not just a botched joke. Damn liar kids.

He sighed loudly; He knew he really should have left at this time. It is unlikely that there were robbers in the neighborhood, and Androcles was not a man known for helping children. In many ways the opposite. He said to the voice in the shadows, "Where are you?" I'm going to save you. I'm not going to hurt you. ”

The owner of the voice coughed, then calmly said, "I'm here...... At...... No, here, under this. ”

"Why did you pick one with thorns?" Andlos asked angrily.

"Because of the animals, they ......" and the voice coughed again. They're going to eat me. ”

"I didn't even see you down here. Look at me. Move. Do something. Where are you? Andlos asked again, scratching his arm with thorns as he dug in.

Finally, Anchors saw a hand waving weakly and found the rest of the child. He grabbed his arm and slid it out of the thorn bushes. It also wears a shirt and no pants, and for some mysterious reason, is also a boy. But this one's hair, tail, and ears are all dark black, while the other is white. Another human-beast outfit. Yes, definitely.

The black one wanted to bend down, but his body was too weak to move. He was almost completely lame.

The white-skinned man tried to speak modestly, but his voice continued, saying, "I just want your money to buy food because he's dying." Please, master, I'm sorry. Can you feed us?"

Androx turned around and looked at the white toolbox, which made him take a step back, stumble, whimper, and fall to the ground. He looked at the ground and choked again, this time clenching his teeth.

To them? He had to stop and think for a moment. It occurred to him that they might be orphans, and he had just sworn to feed the next orphan he met. He also thought that if the children gave him the gold coins, God could easily give the children some bread and leave Androcles alone. No, he may have been at the mercy of others; The gods played with his father until he committed suicide, and apparently they hadn't completely ended their rule over the family.

The children just looked at him meekly, shivering in the cold and frightened. He couldn't deny that this scene really moved him, but only a fool would make a decision based on his feelings. "Kids, why aren't you both pants on?" Andlos asked, trying to make himself look less vicious. "Even if you have a shirt."

For the sake of decency, the boy in white ripped off his shirt and said, "That's because we're lost." We had nothing until we found these bags. They're not even shirts; It's just that I drilled a hole in the bag with my teeth. We found it and put it on. ”

"Serious? Then why are you both naked? Why did you come here?"

"That's because we're lost!" We have nowhere to go. Otherwise, we'll have something to eat. We will be in a warm place. He looked at the ground and began to sobble again, trying not to let himself sob.

"You know what, as a boy, you cry too much."

"I can't help it!" The kit is almost shouting. "I haven't cried until now, just a little bit."

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Okles thought the child would be angry, but he just looked downcast. Somehow, it made him feel guilty. Or is this true mercy? Curse the gods. If he were still alive, the Thais would be complacent about it. He always makes fun of Androx, saying that his heart is too small to be worthy of his body.

"Will you help us?" All right? Master, please, he is very sick and I am afraid he will die. "Maybe I am too."

Should he help them? After all, they are not his, and he has important things to accomplish. Maybe he should...... But he knew in his heart that he had already decided. They are orphans, and he must feed them in order to fulfill his vows. It's useless to think about it any more carefully. Anchors sighed, frowned at the sky, and said, "Well, I'm not going to hang around like this and let you freeze to death." Come here. ”

The white-skinned man nervously approached him, trying in vain to wipe the tears from his cheeks. Now that he looked closely, the boy's legs seemed to be thinner than usual. In this case, he suspected that the child was hungry, so he took the bag that the boy wore as a shirt and looked at his stomach and chest. It's not good. He was as thin as a straw. Upon examination, the black one was thinner, if possible, which explains why the boy did not stand up. Andlos knew what hunger was like, and the two children were on the verge of death. "You must be kidding me." He muttered under his breath. Two hungry boys in the middle of nowhere. No wonder the white one cried like a little girl - he may have reached the last moment of despair, about to lose all hope and die. A

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Okles has seen this before.

At least his cloak was dry. He spread it on the ground and called the children in. The black one was completely lame, although he was awake and looked around. "Now you hug each other and keep each other warm," he said. He wrapped them like lunch, as tight as he could, sticking his head out at one end and knotting the other and stuffing his feet in. Then he rummaged through the dirt and finally found the fat gold coin, which he tucked into his purse and fastened it tightly.

They were still shivering in their cloaks, and no matter what Angelus did, the black one might soon die, but at least they were starting to warm up now. If he could find wine and vinegar, and maybe sugar, and make a warm fire, he might be able to steal them back from the clutches of the corpse-eater Macron. Oh, and the water. As soon as he finds water, they need it. It's a pity that the canyon under the bridge has dried up.

He thought for a moment how to take it. The easiest thing for him to do was to throw them on his shoulder like a sack of grain, but he had been carrying them like this several times since he was injured, and it was difficult to breathe. If they are going to suffocate to death, it is useless to save them. In the end, he decided to hold them horizontally on his chest, almost like a mother nursing her baby. This will make his arms tired, but it is a must. Fortunately, the hungry children did not feel particularly heavy.

"Are you both alright?" He asked.

"Yes," said the white one.

"yes." The man in black whispered, his voice a little harsh. This one may not be successful.

"Then we set off. I don't have water and food, so I have to carry you on my back until I find it. This can make you feel uncomfortable, so if you start to have trouble, speak up. Do you understand? Andlocks asked.

"Yes," said the white one.

"yes." The man in black whispered.

"I'm serious. I'd rather let you complain than let you die. ”

"We will," said the White Goat. "Thank you very, very much."

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Okles didn't see any Skywalkers in the previous village, so it didn't do any good to go in that direction. It is rumored that there is a well at the intersection ahead, and he should have approached it. If the child's parents are present, he can beat them until they agree to take the children back. They put him through so much trouble, and he deserved it.

Androcles began to move forward at a brisk pace, which he had done a thousand times in the army, and his wound was worse than a bite on his leg. They always told the soldiers that the march was never too tiring. Fortunately, the bite is not very deep, as it has a small mouth. Tomorrow morning it will be a mess, but he can ignore it for now. He must defeat the kit, but this can wait until he is unlikely to die of starvation.

Thanks to the Path Sweeper, the Full Moon won't let him fall to the rocks and shatter his cargo. Or the moon itself. With black humor, it occurred to Andlos that the children were hungry and he was happy, otherwise they would be much heavier, slowing him down.

However, now that he thought about it, the wounded were much heavier, and he had carried them many times, sometimes for miles. If the wound is severe, it will get lighter and lighter as he dies.

It was a shady thought, he thought with a laugh. The humor of a good soldier.

After a while, despite his efforts, the box began to get heavier. Of course, it wasn't enough to stop him, but his arm went from fatigue to pain, to burning, and finally to numbness. It's much easier if it's late in the morning, getting a good night's sleep and having a full breakfast. Maybe he could convince the black man to postpone death while he was napping.

It took him longer than he had hoped, the sky turned from black to indigo, the moon set behind the mountains, his arms felt heavy, but he still came to the crossroads. The cubs didn't make any sound, but every time he checked, they were breathing.

At the last turn, Anchors saw the wide, flat clearing he had been waiting for, and at the clearing of the road, there was a trolley and several travelers standing by a slightly smoking fire. A merchant used to camp here. Maybe the parents of these children are hired security guards or something. Even the businessmen themselves.

He walked towards the fire and found a place to put his toolbox. Six motionless figures in travel blankets surrounded the fire pit like daisy petals, and there was a gap between them, but he frowned when he saw that none of them were Skywalkers.

Somehow, the boys fell asleep. He could not imagine how tired they would be to sleep while the marching soldiers carried them. In fact, he could. It's not bad at the moment. Because he is a soldier on the march.

He carefully placed them so as not to wake them, and then added a fire and a few logs. He looked around and saw that he had been right in his judgment of the well, thanking the gods. He filled the bucket hanging from the rope with water, drank a bucket, and poured some of the rest. Kits only need a little bit. If you eat too much, you will get sick. He gave them back the water, carefully raising their heads one by one and helping them to drink. They barely woke up, but they did drink. As soon as he finished speaking, they fell asleep again. Let the British or the Thais complain about him now, he thought. By morning, the kit was fine.

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of equipment, not to mention a haggard one. Adult hairs are much more. Maybe they look like a young man with a hairy chest. But these two people are still alive and sleeping, and this is a success.

Food can be eaten until the morning. If the company is so tired that not even one of the guards wakes up, then he doesn't want to wake them up, so as not to upset them. It's a little strange that no one is standing guard in a commercial company, but Androx is too tired to think about the problem now. He picked up a stone, wrote "Wake me up" on the dirt next to his head, then lay down and extinguished it like a candle.